I really really couldn't help myself +R
A man called the Canon help desk with a problem with his printer.
The Tech asked him if he was "running it under Windows." The man responded,
"No, my desk is next to the door. But that's a good point. The man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window, and his is working fine."
AND
Player: “My computer crashed!”
+R: “It crashed?”
Player: “Yeah, it won’t let me play my game.
+R: “All right, hit Control-Alt-Delete to reboot.”
Player: “No, it didn’t crash – it crashed.”
+R: “Huh?”
Player: “I crashed my game. That’s what I said before. I crashed my spaceship and now it doesn’t work.”
+R: “Click on ‘File,’ then ‘New Game.'”
Player: [pause] “Wow! How’d you learn how to do that?”
+Requiem's Help Desk
+Requiem's Help Desk
Michiko in game
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle..
Irina Dunn
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle..
Irina Dunn
Re: +Requiem's Help Desk
Me: “Thank you for calling Home Depot. How may I direct your call?”
Customer: “Yeah, I was calling to see if you sell bullets?”
Me: “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
Customer: “Do you sell bullets? Like for reloading?”
Me: *thinking maybe he is confused and needs the ‘bullet’ CO2 cartridges we sell for some of our air-powered nailers* “Bullets… as in bullets for guns, or…?”
Customer: “Yes! Bullets! For shooting!”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, we do not. We sell home improvement items and bullets are not a home improvement item.”
Customer: “…Are you sure?”
Customer: “Yeah, I was calling to see if you sell bullets?”
Me: “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
Customer: “Do you sell bullets? Like for reloading?”
Me: *thinking maybe he is confused and needs the ‘bullet’ CO2 cartridges we sell for some of our air-powered nailers* “Bullets… as in bullets for guns, or…?”
Customer: “Yes! Bullets! For shooting!”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, we do not. We sell home improvement items and bullets are not a home improvement item.”
Customer: “…Are you sure?”
“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”
― C.G. Jung
― C.G. Jung